Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka
I'm her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, dat bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call an
But if she get greedy, I'ma her to death
Top down, it's been f**king the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her
The money don't sleep so Weezy can't
An AK47 is my address, huh

Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
I got a in the car
I got a in the car

[Lil
Load up the like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick
Big nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, i got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my kick em off they might be hot, swish!
I'm swimming in the yellow b*tch,
In the red 911 devilish
Red beam make b*tch sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the time
Drop palm olive in a n*gga
Make it come back harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that your car notes
Well connected I got killers off in

[Rick
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
I got a in the car
I got a in the car

Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it's 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it
if I die today, me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm all brown linen, huh

[Lil
Talk get ya head popped
I got that Esther, I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead
f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the than roll a window up
pussy sweet, you n*ggas cinnabun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a
That banana clip, let Chiquita
shades, Eazy E
Five letters,
Bitch ass n*gga, P*ssy ass
I see ya looking, yo looking ass n*gga
You know the rules, kill em all and moving
If I died today it'd be a

[Rick
I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it alive
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we forever
The the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40
Son of a bitch, I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa
N*ggas round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble the double up
If you get in trouble that mean you f**king up
It's a cold World I need a to cuddle up
I the plays, muthaf**k huddle up

Wayne]
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a in the car